so, this and the original prompt total TWENTY PAGES OF PORN!! (sorry that the ending is kind of tacked on, as I stated in an earlier post, after a while I get bored of just sex). BUT THIS WILL PROBABLY NOT BE THE END OF OUR SLUTTY LITTLE NYMPHET! (i'm probably going to be writing more of this verse in my other fics because I enjoy it mmmm!boys!) I hope this is the finale you were looking for. We can always discuss more porns ;D

“Tell me, does my skin feel nice? Is it young and soft… I’m not too young to do this…..,”
“Anakin, that’s not a turn on.”
“Master please? I’m not a virgin anymore, so what does it matter? I want you, I gave you my virginity. I’m used now, I want to be used by you….”
“That’s disgusting, stop,”
“Why Master? I’m older than I was when we first did it, Ah~”
“Do you want me to pull out right now and leave you here? Stop,”
Anakin quickly shut up, looking away, biting his lip as his body was rocked up and down by his master’s movements.
“….I thought you’d like dirty talk….”
“Well, you’re terrible at it,” Obiwan kissed his neck. “I don’t want to be reminded all the reasons this is wrong, I’m well aware. Try something else if you want to make me cum before you,”
Anakin sighed into his master’s touch. “Okay…. How about I let you tie me up?” He giggled coyly. “Tie me to the bed and you get to do whatever you want with me?” He laughed and arched into Obiwan’s thrust. “You could tie my hands up….keep me from touching myself…” His eyes glimmered as if that were a deliciously wonderful idea.
“Mmm… yes, now that I like,” Obiwan pinned the boy’s shoulders to the bed, speeding up his pace.
“Sadist…” Anakin challenged.
Obiwan grinned, threading his fingers through Anakin’s hair, leaning over the boy, “You wouldn’t know…. All the things I did to my master….”
Anakin moaned, bucking hard, head still being held to the bed, hips twitching….close. His face was flushed, eyes not focusing….
“You can’t have mulitiple orgasms like a girl.
“Watch me….” Anakin was breathless. Hours of high arousal quickly doing him in, threatening to slip over the edge of bliss.
“Remember our game, if you cum first you lose. Get me off first and I will reward you,”
Anakin’s eyes opened in frustration, exhaling through his nose. “Then just cum already!” He pulled his master down by the hair, kissing him hard, legs wrapping around the older man’s chest, doing his best to fuck himself up against those strong hipbones.
He invited his tongue into the other man’s mouth, rubbing against him, wrapping around that outher tongue. He wasn’t a very experienced kisser, there was no way to practice that on your own, but he’d seen a lot of holovids of it. The older man’s moustache scratched his face. It was rough and prickly and it tickled a little bit. It was entertaining, a mark of maturity, yet he was bending this older man to his will, giving him the release that they both needed so badly. His lips met the other man’s, pressing, offering…, and then it hit him…. He’d never spent much time kissing his master.
The older man moaned into his mouth, letting the not-quite-child steer the kiss, pulling his hair, demanding attention, affection, sexual release, all which he refused from anybody other than his master.
Obiwan was a fool. Anakin needed this. He needed the fulfillment of being wanted, being cared for, feeling loved. …..and probably a good dose of the sexual release also, he WAS a teenager after all. Obiwan shuddered. He still didn’t’ like the age gap.
Anakin clawed at his shoulder, pulling him closer. There would be marks there in the morning. The warm trickle of lubricant ran down his thigh.
“Oh god I’m close!” Obiwan whined as his orgasm started to tear through him. Anakin pulled him close, starting to kiss his face, his cheeks….. warmth, they were breathing the same air….

Anakin shrieked in surprise as warm spurts of cum landed, across his nose, on his cheeks, and in his hair. His braid was sticky…..
It took him a minute to realize what was going on… Obiwan had thrown him down, pulled out, straddled and came on him faster than his sex inhibited brain could follow. He was…..shocked……
Obiwan was gasping….smiling, supporting a hand on the headboard, other languidly stroking his softening dick, legs on either side of Anakin’s hips.
Anakin stared at his master. Obiwan laughed affectionately jostling the boys face. Anakin tried to shake off his surprise. Obiwan leaned over and kissed his clean forehead, Anakin watched him.
“Don’t look so surprised, you said this was for me, wasn’t it?”
For one of the few times in Anakin’s life Anakin was speechless. Dumbly he reached up to touch the cum on his face, pulling away as soon as it touched the sticky wetness.
“Well?” Obiwan asked, a hint of concern tinting his formerly gloating voice, “Was that okay?”
Anakin stared at the substance on his fingers, then at Obiwan, smile slowly creeping on his face as the realization of what exactly happened dawned on him. He studied his hand.
“Yes, that was okay…” the smirk was spreading into a full fledged grin now, “I like that!” He locked gaze with Obiwan, smiling ecstatically. Cum sliding down his cheek, he threw his arms around his mentor, pulling him down into another kiss, only to be hastily pushed away.
“S-stop. I would prefer not to taste myself,”
Anakin whined and pouted. Obiwan gave him a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve never really liked-…
While Obiwan was talking Anakin had wiped an index finger across his face, gathering a significant amount of cum, and was currently slowly licking said finger clean. Mesmerized by the boy in front of him as the boy gathered a gob of cum on his tongue… and gently kissed him.
Obiwan was taken aback, the tenderness of it at the same time his padawan’s tongue was in his mouth swapping come and spit. Anakin moaned into the feeling. Obiwan sighed, pleasure overtaking the thick bitterness on his tongue. The boy’s lips were so soft…..
The kiss lasted a minute or so and was interrupted by said padawan’s dick nudging eagerly at said master’s thighs. Regrettably the kiss was broken.
“C-can I fuc-k you?” He asked questioningly, unsure if it was an appropriate question or not. He shifted his weight. His master was warm and heavy above him, thighs spread over his hips invitingly, soft downy hair on his thighs leading his gaze upwards…. He tried not to arch into it.
Obiwan considered the situation…. “Not today, padawan,”
Anakin whined, “I still need to cum, you said if I let you cum first, you’d be nice to me,”
“Did I? I don’t think I said anything about helping you cum,”
“You’re mean,”
Obiwan slid a few fingers into the boy’s stretched hole, drumming them, playing. “I’m not that mean,”
“Liar…”
“Do you think I’m just going to leave you here?”
Anakin pouted, “Yes,”
“Well, I’m not,” Obiwan chuckled, levitating the dildo with his free hand, calling it over to them, “I’m going to have you finish the way you started, use this,”
“I can’t...! It’s too sensitive…!”
He handed the dildo to Anakin.
“Well, that’s your punishment for masturbating for hours on end,”
“I thought you said you were going to be nice to me!”
“I did, I never said when though,”
Anakin snorted at the man’s irritating teacher face. Obiwan smiled and kissed him.
“You’re going to pleasure yourself with this, just the way you want, and I’m going to watch you. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes Master,” Anakin sighed into the mattress, and then grimaced.
“What is it Anakin?”
“…..Its still to sensitive….”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure out something,”